PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

His past few nights had been seemingly endless, he would stop at nothing to find them. His brothers. Of course he had been sidetracked for all these days, months even by females. At this rate, he was swimming in them. Larentia, Elara, now Irina. One he couldn't take his mind off of was that peculiar tall woman, colored like a fox. She was strong, and even more to his liking she played hard to get but was still interested. Elara was difficult, she was too uninterested and snooty. For the Gods sake she tried to stalk and pounce him, but in the end he had trapped her - And word was he had knocked her up.

Larentia was his second female, now his captive breeding doll. He had to admit, he loved oddities, and that albino lass was just so irresistible to him. If only those Hawthorne runts didn't try to step up, if only she hadn't dragged them in and caused a mess. They wanted a battle, and he had won against all three - Per their deal he had won ownership of her. She was given the chance to be his Queen, to not be his w h o r e and she had agreed. But, he pupped her and she fled. But of course after she gave birth she tried to run, and run she and two of the three did. Skadi only grew stronger, and he did too. But she, she grew weaker and was drug back by the other two injured. Now she was his prisoner, an example of his law.

His most recent was only yesterday, Irina. Originally there was a string that had connected them, but that had long faded. It was so strange to see her with a clear mind, now that he had long forgotten his feelings of wanting Larentia. But she was a Queen in the making to another pack, their night he was sure would lead to many more where they'd unload their stressful times of being leaders onto each other. With last night he was sure he'd probably have children from her soon enough - And with that, an alliance.

But his time with her, outside of his lands had to come to an end. He had washed himself in the waters of his new home, baptizing himself back into the Dane lifestyle as he liked to think of it. His icy stare had been set on the cage in which he had his prisoner, the poor injured Larentia. How helpless. He didn't have long to stare at her and think of just how to break her, a call had rung out. Someone so familiar it sounded . . . Her voice so beautiful. His audits perked as it ended, and his large body took off towards her.

The multi hued man grinned as brought himself out of the borders. "Well, well, well . . . If it isn't the lovely Soraya." He smiled, his crown and banner high before walking slowly towards her. She was still a bit bigger than him, and still just as gorgeous. Was she his next interest? His chest fluttered at the thought as he circled her. "What is it you seek from Tarben? What can a grant such a beautiful young lady as yourself?" His deep voice said before he stopped next to her, his brown hued furs mixing into her reds as his plume curled around her rump. "If it's shelter you seek . . . I'd be more than happy to give it to you. If it's rankings, well . . . " He leaned towards her audit. "I'm sure we can work something out, so long as you're still interested in a night under the stars."

Beartooth;